Which, scatter'd in a thousand pearls, each flowre
And herb partakes; where having stood awhile
And something coold the parch'd and thirstie isle,
The thankfull Earth unlocks her selfe, and blends
A thousand odours, which-all mixt-she sends
Up in one cloud, and so returns the skies

That dew they lent, a breathing sacrifice.
Thus soar'd thy soul, who-though young-

didst inherit

Together with his bloud thy father's spirit,
Whose active zeal and tried faith were to thee

Familiar ever since thy infancie.

Others were tym'd' and train'd up to't, but thou Diddst thy swift years in piety out-grow.

Age made them rev'rend, and a snowie head,

But thou wert so, e're Time his snow could shed. Then, who would truly limne thee out, must paint First a young patriarch, then a marri'd saint.

taken by his shrowd' above. Mr. Lyte made the required correction. G.

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brought to the Church at the time appointed. "So soon as they were able to learn the solemn vow, promise and profession made for them." Second rubric at end of Catechism and Exhort. Bapt. service. G.

THE BRITTISH CHURCH.

H! He is fled!

And while these here their mists and

shadowes hatch,

My glorious Head

Doth on those hills of mirrhe and incense watch.1

Hast, hast, my deare!

The souldiers here

Cast in their lotts againe.

That seamlese coat,

The Lewes touch'd not,

These dare divide, and staine.

2.

O get thee wings!

Or if as yet-untill these clouds depart,

And the day springs

Thou think'st it good to tarry where Thou art, Write in Thy bookes

My ravish'd looks,

Slain flock, and pillag'd fleeces,

And haste Thee so

As a young roe

Upon the mounts of spices.2

1 Song of Solomon, iii. 6. G.

2 Song of Solomon, viii. 14. G.

O rosa campi! O lilium convallium! quomodo nunc facta es pabulum aprorum !1

THE LAMPE.

IS dead night round about: Horrour doth

creepe

And move on with the shades; stars nod

and sleepe,

And through the dark aire spin a firie thread,
Such as doth gild the lazie glow-worm's bed.

Yet burn'st thou here, a full day; while I spend
My rest in cares, and to the dark world lend
These flames, as thou dost thine to me; I watch
That houre, which must thy life and mine dispatch;

But still thou docst out goe me, I can see

Met in thy flames all acts of piety;

Thy light, is Charity; thy heat, is Zeale;

And thy aspiring, active fires reveale

Devotion still on wing; Then, thou dost weepe Still as thou burn'st, and the warme droppings

creepe

10 Rose of the Plain! [ of Sharon] O Lily of the Valleys! how art thou become the food of wild boars! Cf. the same sentiment onward in the poem of The Holy Communion":"O Rose of Sharon! O the Lily of the Valley! How art Thou now, Thy flock to keep, Become both food and Shepheard to Thy sheep". G.

To measure out thy length, as if thou'dst know What stock, and how much time were left thee

now;

Nor dost thou spend one teare in vain, for still
As thou dissolv'st to them, and they distill,
They're stor'd up in the socket, where they lye,
When all is spent, thy last and sure supply:
And such is true Repentance; ev'ry breath.
Wee spend in sighes, is treasure after death.
Only one point escapes thee; that thy oile
Is still out with thy flame, and so both faile;
But whensoe're I'm out, both shalbe in,
And where thou mad'st an end, there I'le begin.

MARK, CAP. 13. VER. 35.

Watch you therefore, for you know not when the Master of the house cometh, at Eren, or at mid-night, or at the Cock-crowing, or in the morning.

MAN'S FALL, AND RECOVERY.

AREWELL, you everlasting hills! I'm

cast

Here under clouds, where stormes and tempests blast

This sully'd flow re,

Rob'd of your calme; nor can I ever make,

Transplanted thus, one leafe of his t' awake;

But ev'ry houre

He sleepes, and droops; and in this drowsie state Leaves me a slave to passions, and my fate;

Besides I've lost

A traine of lights, which in those sun-shine dayes
Were my sure guides, and only with me stayes,
-Unto my cost-

One sullen' beame, whose charge is to dispense
More punishment than knowledge to my sense;
Two thousand yeares

I sojourn'd thus. At last Jeshurun's king
Those famous tables did from Sinai bring;
These swell'd my feares,

Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe;
For sinne tooke strength and vigour from the Law.
Yet have I found

A plenteous way-thanks to that Holy One!-
To cancell all that e're was writ in stone.

His saving wound

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Wept bloud, that broke this adamant, and gave

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1 Here gloomy, dark, the 'shadow' overcoming the 'beame'. Frequent in Shakespeare: also in Milton "swinging slow with sullen roar (Il Penseroso, line 7€) "sullen Moloch" (on Nativity 205) et alibi. G.

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stone-hard heart. It is sometimes used, so early as Chaucer, for the load-stone, as by Shakespeare, “iron to